Look On The Bright Side

For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.

It’s a good thing I didn’t open myself up to getting more hurt by Dr. Chicago. If I would have had sex with him and he didn’t call imagine the wreck I would be in now. There is a reason why I couldn’t go to that level with him. Maybe all the coincidences I stated earlier about my parent’s anniversary date being in his user name to the city/street thing etc was all a test. Maybe I was supposed to meet him to see if I have matured to the point of having a real relationship with someone? Maybe he was a test to see if I could at least attempt to build a non-sexual relationship with a man? Maybe…

Over the weekend I’ve had a lot of time to replay each of our dates in my head. From the first date he tried to sleep with me. Each time we were in bed I literally had to say, “You SERIOUSLY need to stop” before he would. I understood the being in the same bed and trying but I have never had to be so forceful in saying no to anyone. I found it strange that he didn’t try much if any foreplay just went right in there for it. There’s a good chance I would have gone the oral route but not like that. Not when he doesn’t even try other options.

Our first date I was a bit uncomfortable when he laid on top of me on my couch. He wasn’t concerned with my comfort level at all. He just wanted sex. It was as if I blinked and suddenly he was naked and I was still in my pj’s. I also have a problem with guys who are willing to have sex with me while I’m still in any clothes. Well, sometimes. For our first time, why would I want to not be naked and feel our bodies together? After that, sure, wear a skirt, wear panties…whatever, but not the first time. Of course I also have a problem when guys try to have sex with me and only my shirt is on. It’s like, what? My boobs aren’t good enough to even look at let alone feel? Yes, I might have some issues here but that’s just me.

Our second date, as he was trying to weasel his way between my clenched legs he actually said, “Just relax.” That TOTALLY weirded me out. Any guy who knew I was uncomfortable in the situation and could actually calmly say “relax” and not feel like a dirty bastard…? EWE! He was not concerned about my physical or emotional comfort level. He was more then happy to “go for it” without a condom and he doesn’t even know me or what I’ve done or…anything. Ewe! Like not even a question of should we think about…? Or even talk to me about it. He could have at least asked, “What if I got some protection?” Sure I could have said something to him but I wasn’t the one trying to have sex with him.

Our third date, again, no protection as he’s right there just barely inside me, I looked at him. His eyes were closed and he was facing the wall behind me. I could tell all of his concentration was on trying to get inside and not on making me comfortable. It was as though he wasn’t there with me. I know he could feel me trying to push him away and get him off of me without allowing him any more access to me yet he was still looking at the wall, eyes closed. I know that’s part of the reason why I couldn’t relax. First of all, I was helpless below him. He’s a strong guy and I couldn’t budge him. He wasn’t connected to me. He wasn’t kissing me and trying to put me at ease he was just trying to get inside.

The more I think about all this, the more I thank god I didn’t have sex with him. Even though I was willing to overlook some of that only a few days ago for a chance to see where it could all lead, I deserve more than that. If he’s ok with making me feel that way, ok with telling me to “relax”, ok without a connection to me, then how many other women is he “ok” with? And how many other women don’t say “Stop”?

I’m better off. I know it however knowing I’m better off doesn’t keep me warm at night, or give me kisses on my forehead, or hold my hand.

 

He’s Great, So What’s My Problem?

I’ve been MIA for quite some time but I had a good reason for it.

Just before I left for my vacation to New York I started talking to a guy who I met on Match.com, Dr. Chicago. We finally met the week before Thanksgiving. He drove here to meet me and we went out to dinner. The place I chose was one of the newer steak restaurants in the city. I knew it was expensive but I didn’t know quite how expensive so before we even ordered I let him know I was paying for my own dinner. He said no, of course, but I insisted. I just wasn’t comfortable having some guy I didn’t really know pay that much for my dinner after he drove all the way here to meet me. He did thank me. The dinner and conversation went great so we continued back to my place after eating. My roommate was up watching Nip/Tuck, one of our favorite shows, when we walked in. Without hesitation he started talking to her and all was great. My roommate was very impressed saying, “He’s nice…and good looking.” Yes, he is both those things I was impressed myself. Heck, I still am impressed when I see him. The night quickly flew by so I told him to stay rather then drive back home. It was too long of a drive to make at that time of night. I told him he could sleep on my couch. Then I said that wouldn’t make me a very nice host so he could have my bed and I’ll sleep on the couch. We both ended up sleeping in the bed.

 

Coffee, Tea, or Me

Already this week I’ve been on 2 coffee dates. The first on Sunday. I didn’t expect this date to go anywhere. I had been talking to this guy, Chronic Match Subscriber, off and on for about 4 years maybe longer. In that time I’ve never felt a romantic connection he was just a guy who every now and then was fun to chat with.

We met at a coffee shop on the east side of town. He already had his coffee by the time I arrived. I ordered mine then we decided to take a walk down by the lake and find a bench somewhere to talk. On our short hike I heard all about his job and the people he works with…or more importantly about how much he hated all of it. YEA! This was panning out to be a lovely little date. **Note to all daters, no one wants to hear about how you don’t like your job AND no one wants to hear the f-bomb on a first date. Unless you burn yourself with the hot coffee your drinking and you scream fuck out in pain and embarrassment it’s inappropriate to say.**

We made it to the park near the lake and sat for a while and sipped on our coffee. I learned some more about him which wasn’t all bad but definitely not an upbeat guy. He would depress me if I hung out with him too much. After about 30 mins we decided to head back to our cars. I stood up from the bench and knocked what was left of my coffee onto my lap. Oops! Wait! Did I say fuck? NO. I said shoot! **I suppose my coffee wasn’t hot enough to say fuck.** I shrugged it off and we headed back to our cars. We were only together for about an hour which was plenty of time to know he’s not the guy for me in any sense of the words.

I said I’ve had 2 coffee dates this week.
Date #2:

 

I Tripped

For any of you trying to follow my comments from last Friday night let me please explain.

I went out after work with several coworkers.  I thought it would be a good way to get a drink in me before meeting the new guy and his whole kickball team.   Well, unfortunately I surpassed my limits and had a couple more then I had planned before meeting him.  **I nearly got myself lost and I was heading to a bar where I’ve spent numerous Saturday afternoons after my football games.**  I got to the bar safely thank god and finally met up with him and his friends.  We just sat around the bar talking.  I felt good.  I was totally on my game.  I easily hit it off with the friends.  The friends began filtering out until it was just the new guy and I.  We decided to take off ourselves.

He walked me to my car and we stood outside kissing…and kissing…and kissing.

“You’re hard to leave.”

I smiled and kissed him again.

Finally I said, “This is it.  Ok.”  I kissed him again.  “Now, I’m leaving.”

I got into my car and started to drive away.  I wasn’t more then a couple of blocks away when I wrote him a text.  “I didn’t want to say goodbye. :(”

I had no sooner set my text when my phone buzzed from his.  “You are hard to leave.” 

 

Date 2

Oh yes!  We are having our second date tomorrow night.  This time it will be the tell all.  **Not literally.**  I’m meeting him at the bar after his kickball game.  His team goes there after every game.  Ironically it’s the same bar I often go to on Saturday afternoon after my football games.  What I mean by tell all is after a couple drinks on a Friday night if there’s an attraction, well, we’ll both know.  If he becomes some obnoxious drunk…  If I’m sloppy…  This could go either way.  It could be good or bad but I have very high hopes.  It’s only our second time in eachother’s company and I’m going to meet some of his pretty good friends, his teammates.  I’m feeling the pressure already.  Maybe I’ll get there a little early so I can get a drink in me quick to calm my nerves before they all show up.  **Knowing me I’ll be running about 5-10 mins late though.  I’m either very early or a little late.  I’m never just on time or “fashionably late”.  I got to an interview about 45 mins early once.  That wasn’t good.  Talk about a lot of time to over think.  However, I got the job.**  Whoops!  I was talking about tomorrow night.

About tomorrow, I just have to remember it’s not ok to bring him home yet.  That’ll probably be the toughest part of the night.